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Chapter 33 About Age
The early morning sun shone into the room, Xu Xinghe slowly opened his eyes...
Body stiffened slightly.
He remembered that he and Ling Changfeng had clearly slept back to back last night, but when they woke up, they were face to face.
Fortunately, the two of them still covered two quilts in a proper manner, and did not share a quilt with their arms around them like yesterday morning.
Xu Xinghe squinted on the bed for another half a minute, but decided to get up and get out of bed.
Originally, he could stay in bed until noon on weekends, but now there is one more person by his side, and it always feels strange to lie down together.
Although his movements to get up have been as gentle as possible, as soon as he moved, Ling Changfeng woke up immediately.
Seeing the pair of different pupils glance at him, Xu Xinghe froze again.
Ling Changfeng, who had just woken up, lost the sharpness in his eyes as he used to. Looking carefully, there was even a hint of confusion, but this confusion only lasted for a second or two, before returning to his usual indifference and clarity.
Marshal Ling rolled over and sat up as if nothing had happened, and his voice was lower than usual when he woke up: "Morning."
Xu Xinghe stared at him vigilantly for a few seconds, making sure that he had no intention of launching the "good morning kiss", and then he relaxed.
Ling Changfeng was stared at by him for a long time without any reason, and suddenly turned to ask him, "Is there something on my face?"
"...No." Xu Xinghe twitched the corner of his mouth and began to change the subject, "Why are you up so late these two days?"
He remembered that Ling Changfeng got up very early in the past. Usually, when he walked to the restaurant after washing up, Ling Changfeng had already finished his morning exercise and sat in his seat to read the morning paper for a long time.
Ling Changfeng, who was about to change his clothes, paused slightly when he heard the words.
He also found this problem.
My old biological clock couldn't be beaten at six o'clock in the morning.
But when he slept with Xu Xinghe recently, he always slept soundly.
I woke up at eight o'clock in the past two days, which was almost impossible in the past.
However, Marshal Ling did not answer the question truthfully, but instead said with a light expression: "I remember someone said that staying in bed is the greatest respect for the weekend - how come you are not bad this weekend?"
Xu Xinghe: "..."
Not all because of you!
Team Leader Xu was about to say something, but suddenly saw Ling Changfeng unbutton his pajamas, took off his shirt in front of him without hesitation, and started changing.
The sturdy physique and plump muscles were exposed unreservedly in front of his eyes.
Ling Changfeng's figure is perfect, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, and the texture of his back presents a perfect inverted triangle.
And his biceps, deltoid muscles... Every muscle is full of strength, like a sculpture carefully created by a master craftsman.
However, the appearance of several scars broke this beauty.
Old wounds of different shapes were distributed on his back, the longest scar extending directly from the shoulder blades to his waistline, almost splitting his whole body in half.
Xu Xinghe was stunned, and even forgot to turn around to avoid it.
In a trance, he remembered the feeling of a sharp weapon piercing his skin, and it hurt to death.
Uncontrollably shivered.
Ling Changfeng changed his shirt in front of him as if no one else was beside him, while buttoning his shirt with one hand, he glanced at Xu Xinghe intentionally or unintentionally.
At this glance, it was found that something was wrong, and Xu Xinghe's face turned pale.
He originally thought that his little spouse would turn around like a little hedgehog blushing, and then the fragrant and wild pheromones began to scurf in the air.
Not so.
Marshal Ling stopped the movements in his hands, carefully observed Xu Xinghe's face, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Xu Xinghe then turned around and lowered his head silently, making it difficult to see his expression: "It's nothing, what are you doing in the daytime..."
"Change clothes, I have something to go out in a while."
"Oh." Xu Xinghe's voice was muffled, and after a while he suddenly asked, "Does your injury hurt?"
Ling Changfeng was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what he said: "The injury from a long time ago has long stopped hurting." After a pause, he added: "It didn't hurt very much at that time."
Xu Xinghe lowered his head, looking a little sad.
Ling Changfeng suddenly regretted it.
It was only then that he realized that his little mate was a little hedgehog who had just grown up and had never been out of the capital city. Even if he had seemingly tough barbs on his body, the thorns were still tender and soft.
"Sorry, did I scare you?" Ling Changfeng asked.
As he spoke, he lowered his eyes and did not look at Xu Xinghe again.
Will his little spouse be worried, will he be afraid?
Do you think...the scars on your back are ugly and scary?
"No, no." Xu Xinghe shook his head quickly.
He seemed to feel something, and suddenly raised his head to look at Ling Changfeng: "It's quite handsome, these scars—"
After thinking about it, he said, "It's like your merit."
Ling Changfeng lifted his eyelids again and looked back at him.
This time, what greeted him was the gentle gaze of the pair of black deer eyes.
Ling Changfeng's Adam's apple rolled slightly.
He turned his back, fastened the buttons without saying a word, and rearranged his appearance.
After some action is done, the heart is still beating fast.
Xu Xinghe looked at his back and decided to change to a more relaxed topic: "I didn't expect you to maintain such a good figure at your age. How did you practice? How about I practice with you in the future?"
Ling Changfeng: "..."
He knew that Xu Xinghe should be trying to adjust the atmosphere, so he deliberately changed the topic, because he had just clearly felt the depression from the other party's emotions.
However, he still cares a little...
What is "this age"?
Thinking of the bedtime remarks Xu Xinghe gave in a daze last night, Ling Changfeng felt that he had to clarify a little.
He turned around and said solemnly: "According to the results of the latest census, the average age of Union citizens is 215 years old, and the longest life expectancy can reach 309 years old."
Xu Xinghe was stunned.
Originally, I felt that I had changed the topic bluntly enough, but I didn't expect Ling Changfeng to be superior.
Why did the good guys suddenly talk about the census?
Ling Changfeng continued: "Marshal Alex has reached the age of 180 and hasn't retired yet."
Xu Xinghe didn't quite understand what he was trying to express, but he still followed his topic ignorantly: "Doesn't Marshal Alex have all the great-great-great-grandsons... so?"
Ling Changfeng said with an expressionless face, "So, I can probably maintain my state for a hundred years."
Xu Xinghe: "?"
He said inexplicably: "If you are referring to your muscle state, then the average person is over a hundred years old, and the muscles will start to lose, and after one hundred and fifty years old, the muscles will slowly shrink... So why do we suddenly start talking A hundred years from now?"
After Xu Xinghe finished speaking, he thought that after a hundred years, he and Ling Changfeng still didn't know where they lived.
At this moment, Ms. Xiaoqi ran into the bedroom and interrupted the awkward chat between the two.
It came to Xu Xinghe with its big fluffy tail wagging, and raised its head with a "meow".
"Morning, Xiao Qi, are you hungry?" Seeing the cat coming, Xu Xinghe smiled slightly, squatted down and scratched Xiao Qi's head.
However, Xiao Qi uncharacteristically did not lie down and let him rub, nor rub against his feet, but raised his head and called him again.
Xu Xinghe was stunned: "What's wrong?"
Immediately reacted, looked at the time with a dark face, then raised his head and said to Ling Changfeng: "Why is your cat coming earlier and earlier?"
Too much! It's only after eight o'clock in the morning, and if this goes on like this, Xiao Qi should wake him up.
Ling Changfeng was also slightly startled, and glanced at the door: "aaron?"
Although he knew that his Persian cat had a good time with Xiaoqi recently, since Aaron used to run around all day and no orderer dared to be bored enough to report the love story of the two cats to him, he really didn't know. How good is the relationship between the two cats now, they thought they were just ordinary friends.
Xu Xinghe squatted on the spot, held Ms. Xiaoqi's two fluffy front paws, and said to it with a serious face: "It's okay to play together, but you have to protect yourself and don't overplay! I always feel that aaron This kid has no good intentions, if it dares to bite the back of your neck, you will scratch it to death!"
Xiao Qiyi wagged his tail innocently: "Meow?"
Marshal Ling, who was listening silently, said, "..."
"No." Ling Changfeng's face was a bit weird, but he still helped his cat to clarify: "aaron is a very principled and ethical cat. Although his temper may not be very good, he has always Don't bully children..."
After he finished speaking, he thought of something, and added: "At most, I fight with dogs."
Xu Xinghe shouted "Open the door" in Xiao Qi's anxious meow.
Aaron has been waiting at the door for a long time, and the whole cat looks very imposing.
Seeing the door opened, the Persian cat squatted on the spot without moving, but turned his eyes to the bedroom——
Yitong swept across Ling Changfeng lightly, then directly ignored his master, and turned to greet Xiaoqi who was running towards it: "Meow."
Ling Changfeng was accustomed to Aaron's temper, and took the initiative to step forward, intending to touch its fur.
But just after walking two steps, the footsteps stopped.
He saw his "principled, well-behaved, but not very good-tempered" aaron stretched out his two front paws, gently embraced the lying down Xiao Qi, and then licked his hair very dog-legged .
Seeing this, Xu Xinghe's voice seemed to come out of his throat: "You... can you not be so presumptuous under my nose?" Really hot eyes!
The two cats looked back at him in unison, then ran away happily.
Ling Changfeng: "..."
He felt that Aaron might be scratched in the future.
At breakfast time, the two of them sat at both ends of the long table.
Today's breakfast is Xu Xinghe's homemade avocado and shrimp sandwiches, Caesar salad and mocha coffee.
Ling Changfeng was eating and eating, suddenly raised his head and asked, "Do you really want to exercise with me in the future?"
Xu Xinghe originally just said it casually, but after listening to him ask, he nodded after thinking about it: "Yes."
There's no harm in exercising.
Besides, what boy doesn't want to have a good figure?
Ling Changfeng's figure, to be honest, he is still a little envious.
Xu Xinghe asked, "How do you usually practice?"
Ling Changfeng asked him back, "Is it okay to get up at six o'clock every morning?"
Xu Xinghe's expression seemed to be choked, and he replied a little heavy: "To be honest, not very good. I think it's good to exercise after dinner every day?"
Ling Changfeng opened his mouth, and just wanted to bring out some old sayings that "a day's plan is in the morning", when Xu Xinghe continued: "Sleep late and get up late is more in line with our young people's schedule."
Ling Changfeng: "..."
He changed his words: "I don't come back every night."
Xu Xinghe thought that this would be better, and he didn't really want to exercise every night.
He took a slow sip of his coffee: "Then we'll practice together when you're here."
After breakfast, Ling Changfeng went out, and Xu Xinghe also returned to his room.
The master was away, and the two orderlies on duty started chatting in the side hall.
Order a: "What happened to the marshal recently? I saw him standing in front of the mirror for a long time in the morning."
Order B: "Speaking of which, I seem to have seen Brother He going to get shaving foam... Didn't the marshal use these things before?"
The foreman He Han happened to be passing by, and when he heard the conversation between the two, he trained them with a straight face, and thought to himself that the marshal was a little strange recently.
This morning, suddenly asked for some shaving foam, as if thought the razor was not clean.
But the marshal had never cared about these details before.
Why do you suddenly start caring about your image now?